Aaargh, Runaway Blogger on the loose!!!

OMG. That didn't take long, did it?!? I'm starting to see this was a BAD idea. A dimbulb idea. You haven't been on here 3 hours yet and you're already into an advanced case of OCD. And it's all my fault. I have created a monster.

About the new shoes: here's a neat trick I learnt. Get someone to break them in for you. Only trouble with that is you're not likely to get them back till they're past retirement age and ready for Shoe Heaven. But hey, it's worth a shot!

Ah, and blisters. Unfortunately bloGGz don't give you those, they only give you an even WORSE case of acute verbiage disorder, and so far there is no cure for it. I believe it can be quite ghastly, with symptoms that include severe cramps in the third metacarpal of the right hand, and rubberjoint syndrome, which apparently causes your elbows to start flicking out the other way. Flappidexterous?

Apropos of which, let me just say here that it seems to me you're starting to like the the look of your own serifs. Just mind you don't trip over them :-)

Then again, if you DID trip over them you may want to consider going barefoot henceforth, no more shoes. Which means you could skip blithely through life without ever having another blister again. Think about it...